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    The Residences

    Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Anacosta Heights

    10 residents

    Anacosta Heights

    Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

    Ceara HadeRowena MetcalfEmma MikaelsonSebastian EllingtonKohl JonesPhaedra AlderDareios Auerbach Amelia MarekEve ThornAndras Stein
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    Dupont Circle

    4 residents

    Dupont Circle

    Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. Although these houses are somewhat small (often two to three bedrooms) they feature back yards, porches, garages and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and for the neighborhood as a whole.

    Adelaide LabelleJohnathan HolmesGia Jones Aine O'byrne
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    Hawethorn Village

    5 residents

    Hawethorn Village

    Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawethorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three story townhouses, often with a one to two car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces.

    Serafina DuboisDavante DorianAnastasia RomanovaLazarus DarayMiyako Aiken
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    River Dale

    10 residents

    River Dale

    River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold true to the victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans and the occasional brick beams.

    Isolt GriffinAlekai EveroKillian CarrickRegan IzumiElenore DorianSterling TenembrageDorian AragonaEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
I didn't know that I was starving till I tasted you50.35.0.252Posted On May 10, 2017 at 11:33 PM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON


he was both everything you could ever want
and nothing you could ever have

There was something altogether wonderful at returning to that place that had started so very much for the pair. That hotel room had become his home for several months whilst he so courted the fae King, unsure if he should stay and yet desiring to all the same if not for how utterly bewitched he was in that very man whom had become his boyfriend. He had been convinced that his love affair with the Monarch would be decidedly short lived. Surely, it would have been only a matter of time until he found interest in another and, in turn, Sebastian would attempt to lose himself in another soul and another body. At least, such had been his plan up until that very evening he'd so unexpectedly been stolen away from that city. In that distance that had stretched between them, he'd found a certain fondness he'd been denying, providing him all the more reason to stay. How things had so changed since then! Now the sheer thought of being apart from the Italian proved far too difficult to even consider and all of it came back to here - this very bed. Slowly, the man crawled towards the center, reclining easily upon those sheets that were as silkily soft as he remembered them being, his crystalline gaze so eying his lover with a look of adoration as man requested those hands.

That ebony silken tie that was so presented to him was met with the most fleeting glimpses of surprise upon the vampire's features. He certainly hadn't expected a revisit to that night all those months ago and yet, he was hardly unwilling. Quite on the contrary, the Englishman had looked upon that evening and that game with a certain fondness, that light bondage, after all, was hardly new to the once cicisbeo. He had endured far more at hands that loved him far less. There was, however, a certain level of anticipation that came with the same fact that it was Dorian whom so presented him with that tie, even as he so playfully inquired as to if it had been pilfered from his own closet. It did look rather familiar. The fae's admittance that, it was indeed his own tie caused a soft chuckle to his leave his lips and yet, there was a certain something arousing at that simple fact of being tied with his own clothing. Sebastian allowed his hands to be guided around his figure, his wrists crossing before that silken fabric was used to so tightly bind him. It was only natural, truly, that he might so test that knot, inquisitive to see how much, or as he quickly discovered, how little he was allowed to move.

The vampire was entirely unable to deny the fashion that huskiness to his lover's voice too so managed to but further excite him, even as he insisted that black certainly went with everything. With his lover's request, the Englishman rose to his knees, his bright blue eyes entirely focused upon his lover alone. Nothing else in the world mattered to him at that very moment - though truly, such was perhaps hardly anything new. Dorian was, after all, the very epicenter to the entirety of his world. He leaned forward ever so slightly, eagerly meeting his lover's lips with his own in the aftermath of that altogether vague explanation of what was to come, the vampire truly unprepared for that brush of simple life that so pressed against his lips as his lover's fingers entangled in those damp, dirty blond locks. Those sensations that so assaulted him in that moment were entirely vexing to the man. That warmth that exuded from Dorian's lips and against his own, much less that sudden sensitivity that so struck him. Dorian's lips against his own was decidedly more in every aspect in that moment, prompted that look of confusion upon his features as the fae King pulled away from him.

Those lips pressed against the vampire's neck in the fashion he so often adored and yet, those new found feelings that his lover was capable of drawing from his frame so prompted a plethora of feelings that he simply had not been afflicted with before. Those very nerve endings beneath his flesh somehow far more alive, only further increasing that pleasure he so drew from the man's lips upon his skin. That gasp so immediately crossed his lips at that discovery of what Dorian was so capable of coaxing to life within him, his frame near shuddering beneath that trail of Dorian's finger down his chest. This very thing was so wholly new to the man, every touch, every tactile sensation, everything was just so much more. It was like being under the intoxication of some drug only kicked to a whole new level of heightened awareness. That entirely baffled inquiry left the vampire's lips, those bright blue eyes momentarily meeting that sliver of his lover's own and yet the answer near astounded him. The sheer idea that life itself was capable of affording him all of this caused his eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly. Had he truly forgotten that much what it felt like to be alive? Those questions that so flooded his thoughts were interrupted only by Dorian's insistence to discover how his body might react to more the one finger, his gaze for once holding a brief look of uncertainty as that simple kiss was pressed against his lips. For once, the man found himself near doubting his endurance. For once, he could not deny the fear that he might fail to live up to those expectations. If Dorian could do this alone to his neck, he could scarcely imagine what the man was capable of procuring from the rest of his physic. It was an answer he'd find soon enough, however, as Dorian's hand reached out to press another finger against his chest.

The vampire inhaled sharply at that altogether gentle touch and yet the soft caress of his lover's fingers sent a veritable wave of feeling through his very being. It was so decidedly different, the man entirely overwhelmed by those simple feelings that his dulled dead senses had been without for so very long. He could hardly help the fashion at which his very breath seemed to so betray him, those lungs near demanding he breathe in a way he was entirely unused to. There was no stillness to be had here, no steadiness. Rather his chest had begun to rise and fall with an increased rapidness as his lover's fingers drifted lower and lower to those parts of him the man had so teased but moments ago. That touch upon his hip caused the vampire to near bite his own lip as his lover's finger drifted further down, that third finger adding a whole new level of intensity as Dorian simply ran his fingers against that already sensitive inner thigh. The sheer sensation of it all peeled a moan from his lips, his body quite visibly attentive as Dorian's hands slowly moved back up that muscle of his leg.

Those teasing words upon his lover's lips only served to reward the man with a look more akin to a glare then anything else, even if he knew well that any words he might have offered would have been lost upon deaf ears. That this was his punishment for those antics within that shower had certainly not failed to occur to the man, his own voice clearly filled with that want as he complained softly in his lover's native tongue, "Non sei un amante molto giusto." (You're not a very fair lover). Even his own teasing had certainly not been to this magnitude! Even so, he felt the King's features move back upwards over those refined muscles of his abdomen and upwards towards his chest. Those soft sounds of pleasure reverberated in the back of his throat at the prolonged sensations brought by that simple touch, his body so entirely unprepared for this assault of life upon it! That brush of his lover's lips against his shoulder temporarily drew his gaze from those fingers that now rested upon his chest - providing him with but a small moment of reprieve to so catch his breath. Those softly uttered words caused his crystalline blue eyes to meet the King's own, his head bobbed but ever so slightly and yet, even that subtle warning could hardly prepare him, truly, for those feelings prompted by Dorian's fingers finally drifting to that place he had so desired.

That groan immediately left his lips, his head leaned back as the Monarch's fingers trailed along the length of him. Those fingers so entirely compassing him prompted the first true twist of his arms in a near desperate effort to touch his boyfriend, that silk so tightening around his wrists. "Jesus Christ." He muttered between those breathy groans that were so easily stirred within him. His body was so entirely alive within that moment, that firm grasp of his lover's fingers surrounding him brought far greater sensations of pleasure than any touch had ever brought him before, and though it so threatened to undo him, he so desperately wanted more.

Sebastian Ellington



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